Sun Mote Copse i could do this with my eyes closed

Yog, Skipjack chimed in just to agree with his sister’s repetition of the word. And when she joined him in drumming on the wood, he punctuated every strike of his little foot with a rallying cry of, Yog! Yog! YYYOOOGGG!

His attention span was as short as any youngster’s, though, and soon he tired of making music. Skip pushed off the log back onto all fours, turning in the direction opposite of Otter. With one flank pressing gently into the fuzzy bark of the log, he roamed to the other end.

There, he discovered an open space that made him think of the doorway of The Taigh. Skipjack felt around with his nose and toes, sensing an enclosed space of some sort. He craned his neck inside the log, which smelled rather fusty.

Udder, he said, just trying to get her attention, and did a little hop of surprise when his voice boomed back at him from the log’s hollow interior.